the moonlight is clear and cold, shining on an ancient temple far away, it reflects a semicircle glare, like a transparent cover, covering Huaiyuan temple.

in the night wind, there are horse bells. Ye Kong and his men are riding along the dark path. Poor ye Kong's head of green silk was shaved again, but after shaving once, he felt nothing for the second time. It's Kuan Peng who has to spit blood because of his bald head.

but I can't help it. If I want to disguise myself as a monk of Manichaeism, I have to be aggrieved.

Ye Kong stopped the horse at a distance and said, "defense...